Five kilometers north of the country of fire, in the country of Sichuan, late at night.
The battle between Masahiko and Madara has lasted for several hours.
At this time, on the battlefield, in addition to the huge trees that obscure the sky, there are also slowly melting icebergs and flowing lava...
Masahiko has used all the blood succession limits once, and no one is more suitable for trial moves than the Madara that is close to Heyday's power.
"It's faster to get acquainted in the battle than to practice with your head..." Masahiko murmured, and frowned, "Chakra has already used half of it. It's time to end the battle. The various blood inheritance boundaries are almost familiar."
In midair, two wooden dragons were pecking at each other, and the wooden dragon on Zhengyan's side suddenly collapsed.
"Old guy! Is it finally dying?" Madara said in a loud voice.
Facing the wooden dragon that dived at him extremely fast, Masahiko clenched his fist with his right hand, and Chakra condensed his palm, "Eighty Gods Air Strike!"
In the direction of Masahiko's fist, countless shadows of fists broke through the air, not only the wooden dragon was shattered, but all the trees were also emptied.
"The starry sky... has it been playing for so long?"
Masahiko's various blood continued to be refreshed, he didn't pay attention to the time at all, and because the top of his head was covered by trees, he didn't know it was dark.
After moving his muscles and bones, Masahiko looked at Madara, "It's dark and I feel a little hungry. If you don't fight, you won't fight. Let me send you back. Are you hungry too?"
"Oh, no, how could the dead be hungry." Masahiko thoughtfully.
"Old guy! You have no chance to eat the next meal! After playing for so long, your chakras should be running out!"
"Fire escape-extinguish the fire!"
Masahiko raised his head and glanced, also Jieyin, "Huo Dun-extinguish the fire!"
The same fire escape crashed together in this place full of trees, and the scattered flames instantly ignited a raging fire.
When Madara released Huo Dun, he thought this way: Anyway, reincarnating from the filthy soil is not afraid of death, and lighting a big fire can also bring a little trouble to the old immortal.
Masahiko thought this way when he released Huo Dun: The battle between me and Madara can’t be turned into a greenery for the country of the river, so it’s burnt...
As a result, Madara looked at the raging flames and was puzzled for a while.
However, this was exactly what he wanted, and he sealed the seal again, "Fire escape-the art of dragon fire!"
At this time, Masahiko's thoughts have not changed, and the seal is also sealed, "Fire escape-the art of dragon fire!"
Seeing the two fire dragons fighting each other, Masahiko's brain circuit suddenly became confused, "I now use most of the ninjutsu and the blood line limit. I can use whatever ninjutsu I can use in the future, and maybe I can make a copy. Ninja write round eyes... Dan Fengyan Masahiko's name."
The heat from the flame interrupted Masahiko's cranky thoughts, looking around, seeing the fire spreading, Masahiko nodded in satisfaction.
"Maara, it's almost time to end the battle!"
"Old guy, stop talking! You should be thinking about how to escape now! There is only one benefit to the rebirth of the filthy soil, that is, the caster is immortal, and my chakra is almost infinite, and it is immortal! Although you are messy There are a lot of techniques, but as long as you don't let your bone spurs touch me, you will be finished sooner or later!"
Masahiko smiled and shook his head after listening to Madara's victory declaration.
"Bara, you forgot one thing, do you lose your memory if you die for a long time?"
Madara frowned, Masahiko smiled and said, "Fairy mode-open! Xianfa-big fist of sandbag!"
"asshole!"
…
Ten minutes later, Masahiko looked at Madara's slowly disintegrating body and sighed.
"Not enough to fight, not enough to fight. My eight-door Dunjia is useless, you can't do it. I hope I have a chance to see you next time, then you will be stronger then."
In the same scene, almost the same words, Madara didn't speak any more.
He is very tired now, and suddenly has no confidence in his resurrection...
"Tentails, damn old guy, if I have a chance to become a ten-tailed man Zhuli, I must..." Thinking of this, Madara went back to the underworld.
"Hey, the happy time is over again. I don't know when it's time to beat the'Banpai' sandbags next time. Sure enough, I still have to find Dashewan?"
Masahiko's repulsive force has been on, because the surrounding has turned into a sea of flames.
A few flashes flew out of flames, and Masahiko realized that the horizon was white.
"This fight lasted six or seven hours... It's been a long time since I was so enjoyable."
Several shadow avatars were separated and the formation seal was set up to prevent the fire from spreading indefinitely, Masahiko flashed back and returned.
In another hour, the place where he and Madara are at war will automatically become a piece of scorched earth, clearing away all traces... He has mastered countless kinds of news about the Blood Succession Boundary, temporarily not wanting to be known by others.
"By the way, where did Danzo go?" Masahiko frowned. He had just played with Madara so'cool', and he forgot Danzo.
Looking at the space, Tuanzang's coat is still there. With this piece of clothing, you can find Tuanzang with a fat cat that is a dog.
"Go back to Konoha first!"
Masahiko flashed away and disappeared.
…
Inside Konoha Village, above the street.
Masahiko walked slowly.
It was still early at this time, there were few pedestrians on the street, and Sun Slash shouldn't be in the Hokage office either.
Masahiko wandered towards the Qianshou Clan.
He wanted to see what the child with the same name looked like, and whether he was half as handsome as his ancestor.
If not, you can change your name!
Masahiko noticed the chakra fluctuation of the fat cat before he reached the land of the thousand hands.
Looking to the side, it is a two-story residential house. In addition to the fat cat, you can feel the faint chakra fluctuations every day.
Masahiko flashed, and appeared in Tiantian's room. After all, she is only a six-year-old girl, and Masahiko doesn’t have to shy away...
At this time, she hadn't gotten up every day, and the fat cat was sleeping on her pillow.
"It's nice to get along."
As if smelling Masahiko's smell, the fat cat opened his cat's eyes, glanced at Masahiko lazily, and then went to sleep.
The expression in his eyes revealed a meaning, "You don't want this unreliable minion!"
Masahiko smiled and shook his head. The windy Chakra flowed around, and he lightly cut the cat's paw, took a drop of blood, and disappeared in place.
"Meow?!"
"Huh? Fat cat, what's wrong with you?" Tian Tian opened his eyes and tilted his head to look, "Ah! Why are you bleeding!"
The fat cat watched with a dumbfounded look at Tian Tian holding its cat's claws, putting the bleeding place into his mouth, and letting go after the bleeding stopped.
"It's okay, it doesn't hurt. Obediently, fat cat, sleep a little longer."
"Meow~ Ben Meow's blood can't be drunk indiscriminately!"
Masahiko has fed him with various tonics for five years.
Its blood... It's especially nourishing.
On Konoha Street, Masahiko also cut his wrist, took out the blood, and controlled the fusion of the two drops of blood.
"Psychic Blood Deed-Knot!"
After finishing, Masahiko breathed a sigh of relief.
"When it's useful, psychic comes over, and when it's useless, let's help every day... shovel shit."
"I'm such a genius!"